Invincible special police swept the three kingdoms

Chapter 93
After leaving Yecheng, Zhao Lei and Huangfusong led the troops together and set off for the Baima port ferry.Their walking route is like this, cross the Yellow River through Baima Port, then arrive at Guandu, then walk westward through Sishui Pass, Hulao Pass and finally arrive at Luoyang.

It is said that ever since he joined forces with Huangfusong, Zhao Lei also entrusted Lu Zhi's troops to his command, so that he could also be quiet and spend a little more time with his two brothers every day.

Just like today.

Zhao Lei fought fiercely with his rainstorm gun and Zhao Yun's gentian gun, and the two sides were evenly matched.After Zhao Yun used the specially made weapon, he felt that his moves were more ferocious than before. Zhao Lei saw the beauty in his eyes.

The two fought for a while and then rested for a while. Zhang Han smiled and took his cloud sea bow and said that he would show them his archery skills.I saw Zhang Han hit the red heart fifty steps away and shot through the target.

"Awesome, the tension of this bow is really extraordinary." Zhao Yun cheered.

"Hehe, it is said that this bowstring is made of ponytail with the best tension, and the material of this bow is also very elastic, so its range and lethality are impeccable." Zhao Lei said.

"By the way, brother, your spear skills are already top-notch, and have improved by leaps and bounds compared to the beginning." Zhao Yun praised.

"Hehe, I wonder what will happen if we fight against a master like Lu Bu and Zhang Fei?" Zhao Lei laughed.

"It will definitely not be worse than them." Zhao Yun said with certainty.

"Haha, it doesn't matter if I lose to them. My only request is that Zilong can't lose to them. I want you to be number one in martial arts and number three in handsomeness." Zhao Lei laughed.

"Then who is the most handsome, you or the second brother?" Zhao Yun said cunningly.

"Of course it's me!!!" The two said at the same time, and after looking at each other, they started fighting, and Zhao Yun also joined the battle, fighting for the most handsome man in the world.

While they were fighting, Huangfusong's personal soldiers came to inform Zhao Lei to go over to hold a military meeting immediately.

"Is there anything urgent?" Zhao Lei was surprised and asked the soldier.

"This subordinate doesn't know either, so I'd better invite my lord to go there once!" said the soldier.

Zhao Lei nodded and followed the soldiers away, while Zhang Han and Zhao Yun returned to the camp and waited for Zhao Lei to come back to give them news.

When Zhao Lei walked to Huangfu Song's military tent, he saw that everyone in the tent was frowning.

"Zihan, come, sit down." Huangfusong said, pointing to a seat beside him, which was originally Lu Zhi's seat.

"My lord, why are you all so worried?" Zhao Lei sat down and asked.

"Zihan, something happened at Baima Ferry." Huangfusong said solemnly.

"What's the matter? What happened?" Zhao Lei asked strangely, how could something happen in such a peaceful time?
"Soldiers came to report that all my boats sank more than ten days ago. And now the Yellow River is rough and dangerous, so we can't cross the river," Huangfusong said.

"Then you can make a detour! We can go to the port near Shangdang County in Bingzhou and cross the Yellow River directly to enter Sili." Zhao Lei remonstrated.

"The key is that our army's food and grass are insufficient. I'm afraid more than half of the people will starve to death before we reach Sili," Huangfusong said.

"How much food is there in the army?" Zhao Lei asked.

"About [-] shi, enough to feed for two days. The granary in Yecheng, including the nearby granary, is basically empty. Only after crossing the Yellow River can we get food from the granary in Guandu." Huangfusong said.

There is one thing about Huangfusong that Zhao Lei still respects very much, that is, no matter how little the army's food is, he will never rob the people of food.

"My lord, I still have nearly [-] shi of grain and grass here. If I give you a little, we may last for three or four days. Maybe the weather is bad today and the Yellow River is calm. Maybe when the weather improves tomorrow, we Then we can cross the river." Zhao Lei said.

Huangfusong nodded and agreed.

But the next day, the river water was still the same. The fishermen around or the transport boats on the pier were all parked on the bank, and there was no sign of crossing the river.Huangfusong anxiously took Zhao Lei to the pier to check the situation.After Zhang Han heard about this situation yesterday, he felt a little strange. Why would it be like this after their army arrived?So he followed Zhao Lei to check the situation together today.

"What should I do?" Huangfusong said with a sad face.

Zhao Lei also felt strange, although the weather is clear today, why is the Yellow River covered with dark clouds?The more Zhao Lei thought about it, the more strange he felt.

"Could it be the gods? Our army touched the gods?" Huangfusong said to himself.

Zhao Lei thought it was funny, where did the gods come from in this world?

"Xiao Lei, don't you think this is very similar?" Zhang Han asked in a low voice.

"Like what?" Zhao Lei didn't understand.

"Forget it, I will tell you when I return to the camp." Zhang Han said.

After watching for a while, Huangfusong had nothing to do, so he decided to wait another day, and everyone dispersed and went back to the camp.

"Man, what did you say you looked like?" Zhao Lei asked Zhang Han on the road.

"I said that this situation seems to have happened in the Three Kingdoms." Zhang Han said.

Zhao Lei thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized: "Kong Ming offered sacrifices to Lushui."

"Yes, at that time, steamed buns were invented." Zhang Han sighed, and continued: "It seems that we are destined to make this."

"Isn't it? This is a story from a novel, isn't it? When did you become so superstitious, man?" Zhao Lei laughed.

"Then do you have a way to cross the river? Why don't you try it? The theory of ghosts and gods is not nonsense. Some things add a lot of fantasy to themselves just because science can't explain them." Zhang Han said.

"Okay? Then we mean to make steamed buns?" Zhao Lei asked.

"You have to give Huangfusong a reason before he lets you use this thing to pay homage to the Yellow River, right? I'm not sure if it works or not," Zhang Han said.

"Anyway, there is no other way, so let's try it!" Zhao Lei said.

Zhang Han whispered in Zhao Lei's ear, telling him the plan.

"Are you serious? At that time you burned [-] of their cavalry, so now the ghosts of these cavalry are blocking the Yellow River to prevent our army from crossing the river?" Huangfusong was obviously a little skeptical. The ancients lacked scientific knowledge, so the relationship between ghosts and gods Said it was a little awe-inspiring.

"This subordinate had previously found a soldier in the army who knew how to tell divinations to do the calculations, and the hexagrams displayed were just like this." Zhao Lei began to chat with Huangfusong.

"If that's the case, let's sacrifice to the heavens! Appease the dead soldiers of Karasuma. Zihan, you are also serious. What happened to the head viewing platform, something happened now." Huangfusong said helplessly.

"That landscape is only used to frighten the foreigners, and let them know what will happen if they invade the border of our Han Dynasty." Zhao Lei said.

"Hehe, this also won a lot of face for us Han people." Huangfusong laughed.

"I think Karasuma, Xianbei, and Huns in the north will never dare to commit crimes against our border in a period of time," Zhao Lei said.

"Hehe, having said that, what kind of livestock will be used for the sacrifices this time?" Huangfusong asked. What kind of sacrifices were used when holding sacrificial activities in ancient times was also very important.

"Should we still use those traditional sacrifices?" Huangfusong continued to ask.

"No, the fortune-teller said that the sacrifices are for those innocent souls, because their heads were cut off, so we have to throw some heads into the river." Zhao Lei said.

"Nonsense!!! How is it possible to use our soldiers for this kind of sacrifice?" Huangfusong said angrily.

"I haven't finished yet," Zhao Lei said.

Huangfusong quieted down, motioning for Zhao Lei to continue.

"I need people from the entire barracks kitchen to make a human head out of flour and throw it into the Yellow River as a sacrifice," Zhao Lei explained.

"Is this feasible?" Huangfu Song doubted.

"That's what the fortune teller told me. I call this kind of sacrifice steamed buns, but they can also be buns," Zhao Lei said.

"Okay, anyway, this is a way, it's better than sitting here and waiting." Huangfusong was willing to give it a try.

(End of this chapter)